Personal Narrative Analysis

It was the summer of 2012, my brother Ashton and I were in Hollywood, FL on vacation. We had been fishing since eight in the morning and we were bored out of our minds, so we hopped in a canoe and set off to what is the most thrilling event of my life. We were not prepared physically or mentally for what we were about to encounter.

All my life I have had the opportunity to travel and broaden my horizons. I have been blessed with the ability to accumulate to different cultures and environments. From being born in Italy, moving to Japan, and now currently residing in Louisiana, I have seen more than what most others can only dream. Those three very different places are just a few of the dozens areas of the world I have traveled to, yet out of all of destinations I have visited New York City most definitely tops the list. This city is a world of it's own in my eyes. There is no other place I can see myself continuing my journey in life. It is no secret that college is a major stepping stone in the life of a young adult. It carves the path to their future. Ever since I can remember my parents have pushed me towards gaining a good

After reading, I thought about the mental health continuum and how fear, the root of anxiety, was such a universal part of the human experience. While creating the piece I thought about how anxiety blurs out reality, trapping the individual in a swirl of fearfulness and intense worries. It is not considered pathological to be a “worry wart” or a “scardey-cat.” The problem is not the presence of fear, instead it is the overwhelming, debilitating, and persistence of those fears and worries.

Anytime I hear someone say that I’ve changed or that I'm a lot different now than I used it be, it brings to mind a certain set of events that occurred just before I entered high school. In eighth grade I had few worries and spent most of my time playing sports. Although I made good grades, sports were my number one priority. I often wondered what I would do in my free time if I didn’t play a sport. Little did I know I would soon find out. Midway through my 8th grade football season I tore my ACL (anterior crucial ligament) . The injury required surgery and meant that I would be out of all sports for at least six months. Everyone said I'd be back on the field in no time, but six months sounded like an eternity. My goal was to complete

Did you know that the idea of New Year’s Resolutions came from the ancient Babylonians, around 4000 years ago. They actually celebrated it around May, when crops were planted, they made offerings to the gods, promising to pay off debts and things such as. This was also a way to show loyalty to the king and the gods. Today this tradition, although changed, still continues. With over 78 percent of Americans celebrating it, a lot of resolutions are made. Some of my own include training Spanky, fixing my truck, and getting my driver's license.

What makes me feel most successful? Setting a goal, working towards it, and seeing what I have hoped for become a part of my reality. Most people apply this thinking to things that considered universally important, like getting their dream job or investing and growing their money. I agree that these are important in life but I like to balance the practical things in life with the things that excite me. For me, nothing is more exciting that going fast which is why one of my most significant accomplishments in life to date was buying my Mustang GT.

Life is a learning experience that we all go through with our goals that we want to achieve. Striving for these goals will have ups and downs. Sometimes we need to change our lives around and to choose a better path to follow.

Sunday morning June 25, 2000, I went to church simply because I felt I should. I did not want to be there, but I had to go and fulfill my obligation. I stood at the beginning of praise, but after a few songs I sat down and placed my hands over my face. Anger and bitterness were swelling in me.

I had not realized I was like my mom until I moved in with my boyfriend. In my house the reasons for discussion with my mom were because my dad and I left everything messy. I did not understand my mother until I lived with my partner. I thought she exacted everything, but not, she was right. It really bothers me like her, when people leave everything disorganized in their path. Another thing that I did and now it bothers me is that they do not wash the dishes they used, it only takes two minutes to clean them. My boyfriend says that I fight a lot and for everything. I justify myself by saying that I carry it in my genes, I inherit it from my mother. I have found myself in situations in which I fought for nothing and almost everything, and in

During my childhood I was very fortunate enough to get essentially anything that I wanted. I never had to beg my parents to get me something, if I wanted it, I got it. I was very lucky and blessed to have two working parents who were able to provide everything for my sister and I to live a nice, comfortable life. But by the age of ten, my life had completely changed. My parents had gotten a divorce and soon after my father had completely left the equation, leaving my mother the sole responsibility of taking care of not only herself, but also two young children. Growing up after that point was very hard because no matter how much money my mom tried to scrape up or how hard she pushed herself at work, it was never enough. Every penny she made

The third week at the Mayfield Village store I spent my time in the Deli Department. This week I learned the ins and outs of what a deli associate does on a daily basis. I learned about how to service the customer from behind the counter and all the questions to ask them in order to give them the quality of products that they want. There are many difficulties with the over the counter customer service. The associate always has to have live eyes and pay attention to the counter while you are competing other tasks. I learned what the deli has to do in the morning in order to prep for the day. They have to pre slice a few of the top selling products in order to run the efficiency of the counter. I learned the importance of cleaning the slicers

Ethan’s apartment was unlike any other she had seen. It was a small studio apartment, but the entire space was a giant piece of art. Graffiti decorated the walls, with canvases that depicted beautiful portraits of different scenes were scattered throughout. Small clay statues decorated most surfaces, with other smaller canvases lying around on the small spaces in between the statues. His kitchen counter was an entire outdoor scene of a family having a picnic.

Think about your favorite place, everyone has one. Whether it’s sitting in your bedroom covered in blankets, in the woods on a hike, or with all your friends at a party, everyone has a place that they go whenever the opportunity presents itself. For me, now, it’s downtown Chicago. If you would’ve asked me that question a few years ago, it would’ve probably been somewhere close to home. That was before I realized how much I loved traveling, and how much I loved being places that were different from what I was used to. But if I wouldn’t have traveled like I have, I would’ve never known.

One Year later, I was out picking up mail and checking on the senior, that lived in our building. The senior had their adult children taking care of them, but they worked every day. They hired me to check on their parents after school, I would check to see how they were doing and ask if they needed anything. That was my job every day when I came home from school. For emergencies, Mother had the phone numbers of the children so she could contact them if their loved ones needed medical attention. Because they could not get up and down the stairs, I would bring in their mail. I got paid every Friday, but it was not much. My sisters, brothers, and cousin were like little soldiers as they would stand and wait for me to buy candy for them.

A time I had to make a difficult decision in order to do the right thing would have to be last year when I decided to remain with my partner for the Chemistry Olympics. During this time, some external conflicts were taking place and many students who were competing were worrying less about the competition, and some even quit at the last week before the deadlines for our submissions. In the weeks that followed, more groups had started to regain their footing and started completing their papers and projects, yet my partner and I were having a hard time getting along. Through the months leading up to the yearly competition, one of the teachers in charge noticed how the relationship between my partner and I had become incredibly strained and tense